Текст песни Глашатай Майк - Осень приходит в августе

Autumn comes in August -
This is how the ancients write the Chinese.
The fruit is already honey
We hide our fingers under the blankets.
Books are luring again
The smell of warm pages
I brew black tea
There is a synchronized swimming of birds in the sky.
How long have we lived with you
Autumn in our century?
This time is no more touching
And I can't help writing.
The rhymes are drawn by songs
Feelings stretch into a verse
Dreams of autumn drag on
Hundreds of beautiful years ...
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an excerpt from the Funk Monk program on Radio MORE.FM